BMK

Lyrics

[Chorus] Let the bitch tell that I ain't shit Let the bitch tell that I ain't got it going Let the bitch tell that I was dead broke And she was still tryna fuck me til the early morning Let the bitch tell that I don't see my kids Let the bitch tell it, I'm a deadbeat Let the bitch tell it, she never fucked me She was running through them bands, nigga, every week Crazy part about it, is that I saw it coming But I ain't trippin, I'm just coolin, thumbing through a hundred If you let the bitch tell it, better check your facts 'Causе you already know these bitchеs don't know how to act [Verse 1] I done really seen it all, for real, nigga Every bitch a nigga fuck, I had to deal with her 'Cause I was laying that pipe If the bitch ain't crazy, you ain't fucking her right When it come to square shit, I'm [?] I need a go getter, baby, don't need a lier She told her man she going home, and she tired The truth is, she coming to the crib and getting higher She's [?] getting dicked down I pop a perc in that pussy, going six rounds Yeah she like that one thing, with a thumb in it Man, that pussy so tight, I to cum in it Now I got post nut clairity Let her grab a Plan B, baby, I ain't no chairity Sware I hate a bitch that take it to the Instagram [?] bitch head spinning like a ceiling fan Bitch, you better fall in line, or we falling out She wanna talk it out, there ain't nothing to talk about Always blowing up my phone, while I'm popping out Ain't no other option for a nigga, [?] walk it out That's why I'm getting gone, yeah, I'm out of here This a double cup of lean, baby, not a beer If you ain't getting gwop, kick rocks with no socks I took her to the blade, then I dropped the whole opp [Chorus] Let the bitch tell that I ain't shit Let the bitch tell that I ain't got it going Let the bitch tell that I was dead broke And she was still tryna fuck me til the early morning Let the bitch tell that I don't see my kids Let the bitch tell it, I'm a deadbeat Let the bitch tell it, she never fucked me She was running through them bands, nigga, every week Crazy part about it, is that I saw it coming But I ain't trippin, I'm just coolin, thumbing through a hundred If you let the bitch tell it, better check your facts 'Cause you already know these bitches don't know how to act [Verse 2] When that bitch too plastic I move right past it Ain't look backwards Did [?] I'm in [?] dipping I pull up on that bitch, and I demanded a ten strip You want some attention? But you want some dollars Yeah it's pimpin and some hoing, [?] Why you cuffing on that bitch? [?] problems You want a stomp down, bitch? [?] [?] a nigga like me I ain't looking for no loving, girl, I just want a fee If you ain't digging what I'm saying, baby girl, you could leave It's by choice, not forse, but I got what you need